Before the plow comes, <br />before the shovel scoops, <br />holding a breath waiting <br />for the storm to play out, <br />stilled in our dwellings <br />we rearrange our busy lives, <br />calling the work place <br />turning off cell phones <br />we cancel our day, <br />clear our schedules, <br />watching the storm, <br />settling in to look at the trees <br />seeing that indeed <br />the snow is falling in abundance. <br />The neighborhood is become a <br />glistening jewel!<br /><br />Trucker Jeff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-38/
